Genesis
Turtlecest, raphxdon – Because everything has to start somewhere…
Disclaimer: If I owned the turtles, it wouldn't be a kiddie show.
Warnings: turtlecest, yaoi, turtle on turtle action, slash, mature: are you sure you are in the right place? Be weary or your brain might implode.
Chapter Nine – Blue, Intervention
Leonardo placed his faith in Donatello's ability to talk things over. If there was anyone on the planet Raphael would ever open up to, it was Donatello. The turtle was naturally a good listener, with the talent to logic out any dispute. He also had a calming aura about him that Leonardo hoped would trickle in Raphael's direction.
He also counted on Raphael not exploding at Donatello. The anger issues that usually plagued Leonardo's own interact tions with his brother were typically suppressed in Donatello's attendance. Sure, the turtle would unleash everything he had at Leonardo over spilt milk, but Raphael and Donatello never argued. They never fought. Whatever was happening between them was odd and unexpected.
The two turtles both had their traits, and it was suddenly apparent which talent proved more dominant. At first, there had been loud talking, but nothing Leonardo had felt needed his attention. But since then, the conversation scaled into a full blown argument, the muffled voices carrying over into the living area. Had it just been Raphael screaming, Leonardo would have just ignored it. But when he heard Donatello's voice soaring into the living room, he knew there was a problem. Raphael got to him.
He sat on the adjacent couch peering over his shoulder at the closed door every few minutes. He could not understand the garbled mess, but the situation was clear enough. Each time he looked back, Michelangelo looked up at him from the other couch and nonchalantly went back to his comic book. Leonardo would then look back to his own reading materials, refusing to admit that, in this case, Michelangelo just might have had more patience than him.
Upon hearing Donatello's voice join the ruckus, he decided to give it another minute or so before he intervened, in hopes that Donatello would soon regain his senses, and calm Raphael down with him. His confidence in Donatello's ability to settle Raphael was only half-hearted, though. If Leonardo lacked the capabilities to do so, then how would Donatello?
It was annoying to think that, out of the two, Raphael's anger emerged the victor. But he supposed it would be a cold day in hell when the hothead accepted reason. Too bad Leonardo shouldered more than he should have on Donatello, because now he was without a plan once more. He mentally cursed Raphael for… well, being Raphael. And taking the situation to unnecessary heights.
What situation? Leonardo could not ignore that he was driven crazy being left out of the loop. The lighter side of Leonardo's mind convinced him it was something petty. Raphael broke a tool or Donatello said a hurtful phrase that left them both uninterested in consoling the disturbance; an issue definitely out of proportion. Leonardo secretly hoped the case was that simple. And then he could prevent it from happening again with the lesson they would learn tonight.
Donatello was blaring. What exactly happened to them, to make even the peaceful one start screaming? His things had been broken before. The genius was truly out of character. It definitely had to be something Raphael did.
Leonardo decided his next course of action. He wanted to relieve their argument for the moment, and talk to them each individually tomorrow. Then, he could piece together the incident, and inform which of his brothers who was the culprit. He assumed his father would do something similar, so no reason to involve the aged Master if he could avoid it. It was a good plan. Time to carry it into action.
The eldest turtle casually placed his book to his side on the couch and lifted himself away, preparing his move. Michelangelo stared over at him, eyes wide open as if Leonardo was about to release helon gas (sucks all the oxygen out of the room immediately, causing death) into the chamber with Raphael and Donatello. Maybe, in a way, the youngest was right.
Leonardo offered his baby brother a reassuring smile. Given the current situation, it was not completely genuine, but the endeavor was accepted. Michelangelo turned his attention back to his comics as if by no means interrupted.
It dawned on Leonardo that the poor turtle had presumably grown immune to the arguments, compliments of the two oldest. That was something he needed to change when he got the chance, though he strongly believed the probability relied primarily on Raphael's maturity.
Michelangelo looked up, surprised to see Leonardo still staring at him, instead of breaking up the yelling match that still sounded to be escalating. "Uh, dude…" He added with little grace, pointing towards the door when he heard Donatello's voice peak.
So the turtle was not completely immune after all. Leonardo caught a glimpse of fear on Michelangelo's face as none of them had ever really had the pleasure of hearing Donatello at such extremes. Had Leonardo not been fearless, or generally needing to be the stronger of the pair at the moment, he may have felt something similar.
"Leo, You gotta stop them before Donnie gets combobulated." Michelangelo's voice and second look broke his gaze, and Leonardo turned towards the dojo to break up the fight Just like Michelangelo, he had a feeling Raphael would get the upper hand with the gentle Donatello if push came to shove. Hopefully they had not resorted to violence.
A lecture was forming in his head. It was a natural gift, the way a lesson would just flow from him. Sure, Raphael never appreciated it, but it was a good quality, none the less. The ability to revive order to chaos was a strong leadership quality, and he prepared to flex that skill.
Raphael's booming voice dominated the air waves right outside the doorway, and he could barely make out the words. The hothead had resorted to insult flinging, insulting Donatello's intelligence. He would definitely have to address that in his lecture, without alluding to the fact he was listening. Leonardo cautiously grabbed the door handle and quietly turned it, still dotting the I's and crossing the T's to his prepared speech.
The door glided open without a hitch, and he only met silence. Voices had stopped as if on cue. The room was dead still. Leonardo was floored himself, perfectly quiet as if part of the scenery. His lecture completely disintegrated from his mind.
Across the room, Donatello and Raphael stood in such close quarters, one could almost mistake it for a romantic gesture. Donatello's beak hung just below Raphael's. They were tense and staring deeply at one another. Raphael's face was the only one he could clearly see, as Donatello's shell was to the door. The hothead seemed surprised as well, but nothing compared to what Leonardo was experiencing. Plus, Raphael did not look the least bit deterred.
As the scene unfolded in front of his eyes, Leonardo was soundless. He very much preferred the screaming he heard just before.
Leonardo needed to catch up with himself. His presence was unnoticed. Mainly because his two brothers were too busy with a incident of their own, one he realized that was far beyond any problem he anticipated. Leonardo activated his reserve will power to keep his head from exploding, not for fear of disturbing the duo's highly concentrated, intimate staring contest, doubting they would notice anyway, but for his own sake. Gradually, Donatello's hands were resting on Raphael's chest, like a train wreck in slow motion. Leonardo did not notice his own mouth gaping. Or the flabbergasted stare he offered. But he could not look away. His jaw was floored, and for once in his life, Leonardo could not collect his thoughts or tongue, to say something.
Mere seconds had passed, but it was enough. Leonardo wanted nothing more than to bolt, but there he was, feet practically glued to the cement from utter shock. He was a forced bystander at this point. Nothing could convince his limbs to respond, or his voice to scream in protest.
Until golden orbs shot his direction.
Leonardo and Raphael's eyes met from across the room, and that was the freedom he required. Instantaneously, he was out the doorway and it was closed behind him, his presence still practically traceless. Years of stealth kept him from slamming the door. He stepped to the side in an attempt to catch his breath. When did he stop breathing?
A moment later, he caught the door from nailing him in the face, as a speedy Raphael darted out of the dojo. Things were falling back in line, reality was setting in, and Leonardo knew it was time to act. So he tried, but was outright resisted. The ninja stalked after Raphael, who bee-lined towards the lair exit. "Where are you going?" Leonardo realized he really had nothing profound to say as his thoughts swam behind him, unable to truly catch up.
Raphael only moved faster without response. "Raphael, stop!" Leonardo shouted. The hothead activated the automatic door. "Why aren't you listening to me?" Leonardo raced to the exit, but Raphael surely won as he rounded the doorway into the sewers.
"Fuck off!" The turtle shouted back, as Leonardo hit the threshold.
Leonardo had no intentions of following him, as he had another witness to interrogate. Raphael left his sights for good.
"Donatello?" The leader whipped back around and managed to get to the center of the room before he heard the slamming of Donatello's laboratory door. The locking mechanisms sounded off directly after.
Leonardo stood there, completely dumbfounded, looking back towards the lair exit, that was now automatically closing, and then to Donatello's locked laboratory.
"Uhh.." Michelangelo filled the silence with his intelligent interjection. His comic book occupied the cement underneath him and he was fully standing near the couch, watching the same chaotic mess as Leonardo.
Michelangelo awkwardly inquired, his voice echoing through the home in an uncomfortable manner, as if the entire place was suddenly stripped of signs of life.
"I'm guessing they didn't make up."
Since I am writing this for a contest, it all has to be published by May 1. So I have to start doing 3 a week instead of 2. Enjoy!
